"First Robin, then me," Tuck agreed. Their leader was also Will's uncle, of course he should know first. Fuck, he didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave his friend already. He wanted to take Will's hand too, and hated that he couldn't. The Merry Men, most of them at least, were a tactile bunch and not being able to show his dear friend much physical affection was awful. And he imagined it was a thousand times worse for Will.
"I don't want to go," Tuck breathed. "Well, more like- I want to take you with me. Just keep going. Just another few weeks. I know you'll get out, Will. And I'll make you as much roast beef as you want."